Driving down the country road, memories of the first time he spanked me flood my mind. It feels like a lifetime ago, even though it's only been three years. Snapping my attention back to the road, I see the trees and fencing letting me know I'm almost there. Turning down his long driveway, the foliage obstructs my view of the house. However, as I round the bend, the white two-story farmhouse comes into sight; I wonder if there are paintings and postcards of it as it's so picture-perfect. The pristine white exterior stands out against the lush green landscape.
The house seamlessly integrates its two stories with its wrap-around porch, showcasing a harmonious architectural style. Adorned with windows, it welcomes natural light to illuminate the interior and accentuate the house's charm. Catching a glimpse of the upper floor, partially visible from the outside, adds to my excitement, as I am aware of the privacy it offers.
Near the house is a large barn; its bright red paint draws my attention; Ben told me the first time I came over that the building was off-limits, leaving me curious about its concealed contents.
Parking my mini and stepping out, I take in the peacefulness of the surroundings. I fell in love with this place the first time I visited it. The absence of visible neighbors adds to the tranquility, as the bushes, trees, and a small forest just beyond the wooden fence shield the property from view.
Going up the stairs, I ring the doorbell, which, like mine, also has a camera. John answers, barely giving me a glance in my near see-through outfit, and points toward the back of the house. Following his direction, I reach the rear, where I spot Ben cleaning the pool.
I open the glass door and ensure it closes loudly enough not to startle him, and he accidentally ends up in the pool. I shudder at the thought of the punishment that would entail; I doubt I could survive it.
Ben turns around upon hearing the noise and breaks into a broad, almost comical grin. Setting the pool cleaner aside, he opens his arms as I rush towards him, jumping up so I can wrap my legs around him. His unknown aftershave was a familiar smell reminding me how much I missed him and was happy he was back.
"You must be wondering why I'm home early, hmm?" he asks playfully. I respond with a soft "Yes, sir," prompting a chuckle from him as he wasn't due to come home for another month, so this weekend was a complete surprise. He assures me it's good news and will share the details later. "First, let's get you settled. Have you been practicing your splits?" he asks. Remembering how I struggled to touch my toes just a few years ago, compared to now effortlessly placing my hands on the ground during a full split, whether in front/back or to the side, I happily nod and reply, "Yes, sir."
"Good, let me get you situated while I finish a few things" With me still in his arms and my legs wrapped around him, he carried me up the stairs and into the large open porch outside his bedroom. I had never seen a large wooden table in the middle of the porch. The wood slab has hooks all around the edges, large screw holes, and a hole off-center the size of a small dinner plate.
Setting me on the ground, he lifts the dress off me and removes my sandals, leaving me naked except for the chastity belt. He lifts me back up and gently places me at the table's edge, allowing my legs to hang over the side. He momentarily leaves me and moves toward a nearby table, concealing its contents from my view. When he returns, he carries wide leather cuffs, their inner lining soft against my skin. He proceeds to attach the cuffs to my wrists and ankles, ensuring they are secure. Getting two more items, he places a thick collar around my neck and a second around my waist. He retrieves a key from his pocket, removing the chastity belt. He then turns me around while I'm sitting on the table so I face the center, my back toward him.
He requests that I spread my legs as wide as possible, a task I can accomplish thanks to countless hours of practice. As I comply, I watch him attaching clips to both ankles, preventing me from further closing my legs. He then guides me to lie on the table, extending my arms outward and securing them to the table in a straight line parallel to my legs. Just beyond my hands are grips available for me to hold onto. As I settle into position, I realize that my face fits perfectly into a hole on the table, surrounded by a soft leather cushion. He fastens both sides of my neck collar and the one around my waist to the table, ensuring I am securely attached.
I can feel him screwing thick metal pieces beneath my armpits and at the bend of my hips, effectively preventing upward or downward movement. Then, he uses a leather strap and attaches it to the metal pieces near my hips, securing my lower back and hips tightly to the table.
The straps are tightened enough to restrict any movement in my pelvic area but not so tight as to cause discomfort. Ben momentarily walks away, returning with something in his hand, and I sense him gently brushing my messy hair. Once he has smoothed it out, he loosely braids it before wrapping it into a casual bun, using a hair tie that was likely left behind during one of my previous visits.
As I lie on the table, completely immobilized and exposed to the cool air of the open porch, my senses are heightened, and my mind is focused on my current predicament. The gentle breeze caresses my skin, reminding me of my vulnerable position and intensifying my awareness of every sensation. The combination of physical restraint and the anticipation of what is to come keeps me captivated. The weather outside becomes a mere backdrop to the intense emotions and sensations that I am experiencing in the present moment.
As I lay there, my attention is drawn to the small table within my sight line. On it rests an iPad, and the screen goes from black to displaying a live camera feed capturing different angles of my stretched-out body. The views alternate between a comprehensive overhead shot, a rearview showcasing my exposed sex, and a close-up focused on my buttocks and pussy. The high-definition clarity of the images reveals the wetness beginning to trickle down my lips, intensifying my arousal.
The continuous switching between the camera views and the occasional side-by-side display keeps me captivated and constantly aware of my vulnerable position. I can't help but feel excitement and embarrassment, knowing that if anyone were to be in the backyard, they would have a clear and unobstructed view of my restrained body.
